At the End of the Hoarding Period, I Will Cry in Desolate Years. the Best System

Dressed as the cannon fodder eaten by relatives in the escape novel, I took out the space system with my backhand. While others were chewing tree bark, I was making hot pot. When the whole village was starving, I took out the self-heating steamed dumplings. When the male protagonist holds a broken bowl and begs for food: "If you give me something to eat, I will give you my life." I stared at the bruises on his waist and abdomen and chuckled: "Didn't you call me a witch last night?"